Forty Six and Two Is Descending
Orienting
A time of pain
Lost in your mind
Playing games
The will of hers
Is strong like his
Soothing like furs
The weakest wills
Without domination
Or scepters gaze
No one will beat sin
Or get past this phase
The few have seen it
The few do know
Majority fails
While shadows glow
Walking the path
Is older now
Then gliding through it
Past Satan’s bow
No one can tell you
What lies past the way
So take back the two
And conquer those who stay
Though few have seen it
Not many do know
That when majority fails
Our shadows will glow
Pick up the ashes
Retrieve lost tears
Stand up beside us
Let go of your fears
No more wandering
Alone in ourselves
Take back what was once yours
From a life you once dwelled
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2014
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